Happy New Year!  But it's almost February!  Where did January go?  Mine went to recovering from travel, sleeping and eating, plotting ...

Summer Meadow by Tomas Transtromer There's so much we must be witness to. Reality wears us so thin  but here is summer at last: a...

What Is Real Flesh or cloth or water or wind hair or feathers or rock jumbling completeness curve of the horns our reaction to anecdot...

What I Have Learned So Far by Mary Oliver Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the ...

Wax by Rumi When I see you and how you are, I close my eyes to the other. For your Solomon's seal I become wax throughout my body....

The Guest House   by Rumi This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some mome...